Play It Again, Will You?

to see you when i wake up is a gift i didn't think could be real.
to know that you feel the same as i do is a three-fold, Utopian dream.

you do something to me that I can't explain.
so would I be out of line if I said "I miss you"?

i see your picture.
i smell your skin on the empty pillow next to mine.
you have only been gone ten days, but already i'm wasting away.
i know i'll see you again, whether far or soon.
but i need you to know that i care,

& i miss you.